Sweet - Jay-Z

Sweet!

And still there’s pain

If I would have grew up to be a doctor, my nephew would have grew up to do the

same

But since I grew up through the game, and my influence is the same

And my therapy is music, they ask if you ashamed

And though I wish I could separate, two things,

I cannot, so my answer to you remains

I can walk down the hall or mirrors, in Versailles

And be so satisfied when I look a myself in the eyes

No shame, no sir, just big boats and tearing the coast up Tight coup like I’m wearing the roadster,

For any coup I’m bear hugging the holster.

Hov, alright, alright

And that may not be What you call perfect

But, but it’s my life

The life, the life, the life

Once again it’s the life

So I make no apologies

Crooked policies

So a G a nigga gotta be We playing for property, no monopoly

So I’ll pass go and let my nephew follow me They say the child shall lead,

So I take it far as I can, and then we shall see

Shall we dance with the devil, for a beat

I pray to God I ain’t got two left feet

Do the hustle, put keys in the street

Then I’m ballroom dancing, ke-ke'ing in the suite

Sweet.

Bb’s on the feet, tv’s in the seat

Enemies on the creep

It’s so corrupt

Soak it up It’s a lesson, never fuck up One day you’re up, next day you’re down

Long as you stay the same, it will come back around

I’m even better, I’m eating better

Best thing about it is, my niggas eating together

With each endeavor

We reaching levels, niggas ain’t seen in like forever

I’m hyman roth I make all my partners rich

I can vouch for you, if you ain’t a part of this

So pardon me as I pave my wrist

As I parlay my chips, Hov!

Alright, alright, American Gangster, ganster, business like I’m white

But I’m not, I’m just bright

So fly with no fear of the flight

So if y’all hear my plight

And if you think you can make it this far without a fight

Couple mistakes here and there, not always right

But I’m always real, that’s how I sleep at night